I am an avid fan of basketball, but of only of the local league, the Philippine Basketball Association. I was hooked with the league for three years during high school. Now, I don’t have the chance to watch the games live because they’re not aired on a free channel. Hope I could watch a game soon. *DEFENSE! :)

Never know what he means to me.

I fell for the guy that’s on TV.

That’s my favorite song.

Call me fanatic, but at least I’m happy.

At least I’m true to myself.

I’m Andy. A certified fan girl.

Full-time Student. Part-time Blogger. Full Blown fan.

I started being infected by this fanaticism disease when I was fourteen years old.

My dad was watching a game of basketball and I was busy doing a boring little thing called

homework.

“Andy! Come join me.” My Dad smiled happily.

“Can’t.” I shrugged and held up my notebook.

“Aww. Come on. It’s a saturday. You can do that later.”

Seeing the opportunity to escape from my tedious homework, I gave in.

I sat next to my dad in the couch. This is the Philippines alright. Home of the basketball fans.

I stared blankly at the TV screen for minutes until I saw him. The one in the jersey number

thirteen. You know what happened next.

One afternoon, as I lay lazily on my bed, I begun daydreaming again.

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Just then my mom knocked frantically on the door.

“Andy! Andy!”

“What is it mom?” I didn’t hide the irritation in my voice.

She continued to knock as if the door would open if she tried harder.

I got up from my bed, and opened the door.

“WHAT?”

“Someone’s here to see you!” She beamed.

“Who?”

She shrugged. Then giggled. I can’t believe she just did that.

My mom giggled? Ugh.

I turned to the living room and shock kept me where I was.

Mr. Jersey #13 was there, smiling at me. Dad mumbled something like, “He’s the son

of your Ninong—” but it didn’t register in my mind.

And because I was so happy, I didn’t know what happened next.

Time passed so quickly that things were in a blur.

I graduated from college and had a stable job.

And Mr. Jersey #13 and I were stable too.

Then, I was sitting here in a jam-packed arena about to witness the championship

game of Mr. Jersey #13. Then the game ended, and he was beaming at me from the court.

I smiled back from the ringside.

God showered us a bonus for that night. He was declared as the MVP. And to my surprise,

something else happened.

As he received the award, he came up to me.

That’s when I noticed the necklace he was wearing during the game had a ring.

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